Wow. Since I have a Xanga I really dont use this livejournal anymore, neither does anyone else either ( Read more... )

Back in 8th grade my dad had to force me to the gym. I hated it, loathed it. In the middle of 11th grade I decided to go back but for all the wrong reasons. I went to get the vanity muscles. You know biceps,the whole arm abs. Only I wasn't doing it for myself, I was doing it to impress other people. It was wrong. Now that I'm actually going to help ( Read more... )

My journey back to Phoenix is four weeks away. Roughly 27 days away. It honestly feels weird without the strength and comfort of my friends having my back. I've made new friends and it feels bad to have someone else there. Its like "get away from me". But I slowly start to accept them. Wherever I go I have to fucking met a girl thats the way I am. ( Read more... )

As I begin running out of things to do I start remembering pieces of myself and things I no longer have interest in. I stumbled upon my Live Journal. I haven't written in this for a while. Some entries I've kept private, to myself. So, this is like my own journal, because well no one reads this. As for my being. No one really knows how I'm doing ( Read more... )

Its been waiting to happen...The shit has hit the fan. Its really weird how your perspective can change in one night. One early morning.. I dont know anymore.. I really cant think about it now.
Whats going to happen now?

Ive never needed a freind this bad....

I went to guitar center today ( Read more... )

Saturday, April 9th, 2005 ( Read more... )